A Tale of Honorary Wolves and Noble Regulators

On the ninth day of January, a year not too far removed from our present musings, the Tennessee Sports Wagering Council unsheathed its quill, a weapon more deadly than any sword, to warn these prediction market titans. Demands cascaded down like falling leaves: Cease your offerings, these sages of the state solemnly decreed, and sever the ties to unwitting Tennesseans tangled in contracts deemed too exuberant by our own resident wardens. Sweet reparations, too swiftly returned, shall soothe any undeserved gains born of bets yet to run their course.




